I would have been as though I had never been, carried from the womb to the grave.
And why did You bring me from the womb? I would have died, and no eye seen me.
Are not my days few? Then cease and let me alone, that I may take a little comfort
In this I was not cut off by darkness; yea, He covered the thick darkness from my face.
Why did I not die from the womb, come from the womb and expire?
or as a hidden miscarriage, I would not have been, like infants who never saw light.
As a snail goes into melting, a miscarriage of a woman, they do not see the sun.
because he did not cause me to die from the womb; and that my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great with me.